Why, you ask? Because a while ago, my Mom gave both my sister and I an old hammer each. She said that both hammers belonged to our grandpas (she wasn't sure which hammer went with which grandpa) and we each could have one.
Here's mine:
As you can see, it is used, worn and 'broken in' for sure! That's what I love about it. Depending on which grandpa used it, it either was used on a dairy farm in then-rural Rosemount, MN (my Mom's Dad) or it was used in a house in Hopkins, MN near Lake Calhoun close to Minneapolis (my Dad's Dad).
It's old and beat-up, but it sure does the trick as good as any hammer out there. It's solidly built, nice and heavy and I can tell it's been put to good use. It just amazes me that someone I don't even know (both grandpas died before I was born), throughout the childhood of my parents used this very hammer to do projects just like I'm doing now. I hope there's a an angel in Heaven that's looking down and is proud of me and is helping me complete my home improvement adventures!
I'm sad that I never knew my grandpas - I picture I would've sat like this with them, asking them a million questions had I known them......
And as a tribute to the MASTER at home improvement and fixing/building things - my Dad!! Miss you! (This is him posing in his new garage when they sold the Minneapolis house and bought the house up north on the lake - he was like a kid in a candy store!)
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